In the quiet whispers of the night,
Time dances softly with the shadows.
Moments fleeting, like dreams in flight,
Leaving echoes of forgotten battles.
The moonlight casts a silver veil,
Over memories of days long gone.
Each second tells a silent tale,
Of life’s symphony, both dusk and dawn.
Time, the silent thief of youth,
Steals the colors from the dawn.
Yet in its flow, it reveals the truth,
Of love, of loss, and what weâve drawn.
As the stars waltz with the night,
And shadows play their gentle game,
We find in every fading light,
The eternal dance, ever the same.